Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
I’m breathless, my mouth dry, as he pins my arms by my side and growls something unintelligible, a command to keep them there. His fingers dig into my thighs, spreading me so wide apart it’s indecent, his gaze on me wicked as he breathes hot air on my throbbing clit.
“Shh,” he whispers. “Not a word, my little swan. I asked for your forgiveness. You granted that. Now let me taste you. I need you.”
He tongues my slick thighs with a guttural groan. I moan out loud, desperate for the wet heat of his mouth on me, as he glides thick, hot fingers in my core and presses in deep, his second hand under my ass, lifting my pussy to his mouth.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he growls. “Ty moya, Polina. I’ll give you pleasure until you scream my name and forget how to breathe. I want you to feel me over every inch of your body.”
His tongue flutters over my clit. My hips jerk. My hands go to grab him, but I remember his warning and holy hell, I am not doing the slightest thing that could earn me punishment, not now, when I’m at the very gates of heaven.
He licks me again and again. I writhe and moan as the first wave of pleasure arrests me. A second shudder rocks me to my core, even as pleasure continues to build—cresting, soaring, climbing, until utter, blinding, mindless bliss consumes me.
I scream, and he lets my hands go so he can grab my hips and hold me down on earth. I tremble and writhe, fist my hands in his hair, my knees graze his beard, and his tongue doesn’t stop.
I can’t breathe as every muscle in my body tenses, ensnared in utter, devastating bliss.
I collapse on the bed. I can’t move. I am utterly paralyzed beneath him, yet still so wildly hungry for him inside me, I whisper a heated, desperate, “Please, Rafail.”
His eyes on me are wild with passion as he pushes himself above me, grabs the thick length of his cock in his fist, and glides the tip to my core. My mouth is open in anticipation, my body trembling as his hands anchor on my hips and thrusts. My head hits the pillow as the echo of ecstasy electrifies me.
“Oh god,” I half sob, half plead, as he thrusts again and again, hard and demanding, pleasure echoing through my body like the beating of a drum. My skin’s on fire, and my breath is coming in gasps. I feel his hardened length in me, filling me, stretching, sending spasms of pleasure to every inch of me.
Bending his mouth to my neck, he kisses me, his eyes filled with nothing short of adulation, as if he’s been searching for something his entire life and… it’s me. He’s found it.
“Rafail,” I whisper in his ear as he thrusts again.
Baby.
I want to put my baby in you.
I’ll make you mine in every way possible.
I’m still riding the wave of pleasure when a second orgasm echoes the first. I lock my fingers around his neck, our sweat-slicked chests pressed together. I shudder and moan, meeting his thrusts as he grips me in his arms and comes with a low growl of pleasure, so masculine, so raw and primal, it sends me straight into another orbit. I scream beneath him as he spills inside me, his forehead pressed to mine.
“I love you,” he says in a hoarse whisper as pleasure pulls me under.
“I love you,” I whisper back as my eyes flutter closed. I ride the waves of pleasure while he continues to thrust. I cherish the feel of his hot seed inside me, and I welcome the branding heat of his kiss on my forehead before he falls beside me.
We’re still wrapped in each other’s arms when the first hint of sleep washes over me. I’m blissed out. I never knew pleasure so perfect and full, and now I’ve got nothing left to give. He pulls out of me, rolls me over, and tucks me against him. I’m a mess, and so is he, but I don’t care. I feel the warmth of his balled-up tee between my legs. The weight of his body behind me and the heft of his arm around me as he tucks me to his chest. His nose in my hair and mouth on my neck before I fall into a deep, blissful, restful sleep.
When I wake, I frantically check for him. I’m used to him up by now, working out, checking messages and updates on his phone, staring out at the sunrise while sipping a cup of coffee. But today, he’s right beside me.
I know he’s awake when he strokes my shoulder, the heat of his hand travels the length of my body, and his rough fingers splay across my belly. I don’t know how one can feel completely consumed by another person, but he’s gone and done it.